Ticking A Clit With Your Tongue Or A Bull And His Dick

I grew up on a working farm with my grandparents and my mother, I have an older brother.

By the time I was five I had heard many times 'he has a dick, that's why'. He helped grandpa, with the cows, the tractor, and grandpa took him hunting and fishing. Our chores were the chickens, and the household chores and cooking. If I 'ran' outside, that wasn't ladylike. If I laid down on front of the tv, I was not a lady, letting the boys see my panties. I learned early to use a sharp meat cleaver, but a 22 was dangerous.

My grandpa got my brother a recommendation to West Point so my brother could defend the nation. I got a place at Vassar to study piano. Maybe I would learn how to behave like a lady.

I didn't have a dick. After Vassar I went to Vienna to study piano at a conservatory. I met Eloise there, she didn't have a dick either, and one thing and then another I was tickling her clit with my finger and tasting her with my mouth and tongue. No dick required.

After Vienna I was sent to law school and hired on with a boutique firm in DC. I had developed an interest in bicycling in Vienna and became an avid weekend long distance bicyclist, in a woman's bicyclist club. That's where I met Amy. She wore the tightest bicycling shorts, and I rode behind her dreaming of licking her after the ride. It was a couple of weeks before I savored her sweat and girl juice, and by then I was insatiable. Unlike Eloise, Amy was all for it.

We met Steve, another lawyer, tall and fit and he completely destroyed Amy. Bla, bla, bla and purring she hung on to him. Steve had a friend, Mica, an exfootball player. And he snorted, and pawed the ground, and he was on me. All I could think about was those poor cows on the farm when they brought Rolf over to service them.

Amy has her racehorse, and I got the bull. He snorts and gets my attention. I know what a dick is for, and it's not only for driving a tractor.